almost there.

jean michel
hello?
is this the suicide hot line?
Yes
my name is joe, what's yours?
jean michel
jean michel, what's that french?
Haitian...I'm gonna, I'm gona blow my brains out
wait a minute talk to me
no I'm going to take these pills
what kind of pills?
reds blues greens, whole fuckin rainbow trustee's harassin me
are you in prison?
no, city's killing me
Tell me about it, your talking to the right guy. How's it killing you?
boyfriend left.
I've been there; do you love him?
not specially, I'm alone; we all are here; respect fools get, disrespect i get
I have respect for you just for makin this call; this is not an easy call to make
you won't be so arrogant when the police arrive
you ok? what's that noise?
It's my mother...

Heavy sigh for all of you out there. There is peace, one way or another. This has been etched in my head for so long now. It is a reminder of what might have been. What might have happened. No matter how close you get, you are not there. Don't be there. Get help.